So recall an earlier post where I'd spoken about not wanting to room with a "ree-ree-ree" flatmate? Well, it appears I don't learn from experience. I decided to share an apartment with her in the US, and well, I sure learnt my lesson, when she almost ran out on me with a full 700 bucks. $, not Rs. Not a funny story, and below this blog's dignity to go into in detail.
That and other things have been sort of occupying the lion's share of mind-space, so things that I meant to write about have not been written about. But coming up soon (I hope) is the survivor's guide to the US - truly, How To Be A Legal Alien (with all due apologies to George Mikes and Sting).
Right now, though, there is just the unutterable delight of having my own space, warm wooden floors, soft lamplight glowing, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong crooning about the Autumn in New York, and some good books by my side. Life seems to be falling into place again.
5 comments:
Well, good for you (just a trace of envy)
So YOU shuttle between the East Coast and India but I'M the jet-setter?
(shrug)
J.A.P.
How be progga!
progs:
good to have you back.. i have a new blog too, so welcome!
~FG
JAP, being stuck in the NJ boondocks can't quite compare with your view of the HK harbour, can it? Now, if I had an office at the top of the Empire State Building, or similar, that would be different. However, nobody's offering *sigh*
Cyn, FG: good to see you. :)
Well then, wait for the pics from the Great Wall. And on the Bund in Shanghai. And the port in Ningbo ...
J.A.P.
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